how i loved
each bare, floor
naked walls shadows on
newly empty halls
by day, my head humming
to itself of dreams, i cleaned and scrubbed
to make my life new; dislodging from the corner,
the old moths and cicadas

pinned on the screen dangling from beams,
and each windowsill clutter of dried leaves

Before* you,

there was no one.

And after you,

there will only be your
shadow..

*Sandoval

Time* always
takes,

but never
gives.

And if you ask me,
what you were to me.

you were a watch on my
wrist.


*Sandoval

They take their shots on film.
They dance  to the vinyl plates.
They write with old pens.
They keep it real through decades.

You know, someday, the lights go out for good.
They will know what to do.
But we depend on energy too much.
What's then we are to do.

Besides, they touch the music, smell the lights.
But we have only ones and zeros.
They keep real, we make it fake, so
I wonder who're the real weirdos.

You begged me,

to fall in love with the
moon.

So I could get

accustomed to having all of
you,

but then, none
at all too..


*Sandoval

I would have

died a million
deaths.

Before I saw

our love take
its last two

breaths.


*Sandoval

But darling,

you eternalize
everything

good in this
world.

*Sandoval

You compared us,

to Paul Newman
and
Joanne Woodward.

But baby, you ran.
He stayed.

Tell me again,
how we're still the same..

*Sandoval

Upon seeing the dazzling eyes
I was transfixed for a while
Were they eyes or two cups of wine
That set ablaze with a killer smile

Do I call them eyes or two doors
Opened to the finest vintage wines
Or is it just part of my daydream
Where her beauty timidly shines

For one moment it all seems real
And in another, an imagination
A true interpretation of a lovable song
Her tresses spread like intoxication  

The statue of this Greek goddess
Full of youth and procreation beauty
Structured with a marble frame
She is known as Aphrodite...

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